January 2011
21 posts
“You gotta fight for your right to party!”
– Beastie Boys.
Så langt, så bra.
10 weeks in Glebe and 6 weeks at “The Centre of Excellence” has truly been the best of times and the worst of times.
The best because there is something remedial about having your own space no matter how much of a dump it is; the silence and independence is palatial. Whenever Leonard is over, I endure mini attacks of me feeling him cramp my style, lol. I value my solitude (maybe a...
Distractions.
Hindquarter amputation;
the most horrible thing I have witnessed to date. It has awakened a new gratefulness for my hideous thunder thighs and a new meaning to the term, “half-assed” (no disrespect intended).
Definitely dreading doing time with the Orthopods (more than I already did). Here’s to becoming the genuine Plastics Queen!
WatchSea foam is my weakness. I know I sound like a resounding gong, but it is too true to not repeat.
Close to a 3 hour drive, we spent a good hour on the polvoronic sand before the rain became unbearable. Still. Sooo worth it.
There was a lot less sun compared to the first Hyams Beach trip and it’s getting easier and easier to ”never judge a day by the weather”.
P.S Moss Vale...
“I wanna have a party with a list on my door of all my friends and friends of...”
– Erica Sutton.
